She has more technical difficulties

Miss Chien keeps talking about 1700s trade policy. You doubt that most of the guys in the room have noticed anything she's said. You notice that every time she turns to face the class, she does a little hop that makes her breasts jiggle. She is also shaved. I wonder if someone just lost a bet? You smile a little to yourself. Just when you think that this will be the best it will get for this class, her computer screen goes blank.

"Dammit." You hear Miss Chien say under her breath. "I hate these new computers." She looks back at the class. "It'll be just a moment."

You stifle a laugh. "Do you need some more help, Miss Chien?"

She looks at you and brightens up. "John, maybe you can get it working again." She frets as she keeps looking at the computer. "I've just had so much trouble with these new computers. I don't know what it is."

"Sure," you reply. "However, if I can fix it, you'll let me fuck you for the rest of class or until I cum, whichever happens first."

Miss Chien tilts her head to the side, as though she's thinking about it. "That seems fair." She motions for you to continue with the computer.

It takes you a moment to figure out what went wrong; the computer had shut down because of automatic updates. Once you hit the power button, the computer whirs back to life.

"Thank you, John." Miss Chien turns back to the class. You stay up at the front; she doesn't take any notice of you . Her nice soft breasts are right in front of you. You reach out and feel them both, rolling them over on your hands. You start sucking on one, and hear Miss Chien gasp softly as she continues to try to give the lecture. "The result of the destruction of the Spanish Armada left the Spanish monarchy without funds and" she skipped a beat as you slide a finger inside her "much weaker than it had been before. This effectively stopped any further Spanish attacks on Britain." You slide another finger inside her, and slide it up to the knuckle. It takes Miss Chien a moment to compose herself. "This gave the Portuguese and the French the openings they needed to dominate-" you slid your fingers all the way inside her, and pulled on one of her nipples.

Miss Chien's pussy was wet; you could feel the juice between your fingers. You slid your zipper down and pulled your dick out. Her eyes widened as she saw your member slowly go towards her pussy. You slid all the way in in one thrust; you could feel her warmth, the wetness of her pussy. You turned her head towards you and asked softly, "What's your first name?"

"Rebecca," she said just as softly. You pulled her closer, forgetting that she was lecturing in front of class. You felt your dick sliding in and out of her; you could feel the softness of her breasts as you played with her in front of everyone. "Does this turn you on, Rebecca?"

She blushed a little and replied breathlessly. "I've always wanted to fuck one of my students." You slide in quickly, and she closes her eyes. "I never thought it would be you, though." You keep sliding your cock inside her, kissing her, wanting to take her completely. You can feel the pressure welling up in your balls; after two more strokes, you hold her close as you pump her full of your cum.

Almost at once, she disengages with you and starts talking about trade again. The cum you pumped inside her is dripping on the floor, but she makes no attempt to cover herself up. You zip up your pants and take your seat. I wonder what will happen after this class, you chuckle.